Chapter 5

Hsien Lian walked around in his world filled with flowers. His world is filled with life, with color. In this world, Hsien Lian could walk on fertile soil, and flowers would spring from the ground, brighter than ever before. Lavender, lotus, mundan, it didn't matter. Not to Hsien Lian. His steps were infinite and silent. Infinite and useless. But he continued to walk. Continued to help the lifeless world.

His hair, laying mostly across his shoulders, bounced as he stepped through the fertile soil, filled with blooming flowers. As he stepped, the flowers behind him grew, becoming what normal flowers wanted to be. As if he was the only sunlight the flowers would need. The Han Dynasty grew many different types of flowers. The ones Lian was standing with were peonies, but those weren't his favorite.

His footsteps were silent, only the sounds of fluttering birds and the soft breeze carried. However, that was more than enough Lian. More than enough for anyone. When he had asked for punishment, he didn't think it would go this far. Didn't think this would be forgotten. How could he forget the most important part of his life? His eternal life.